Well there is this scene where a a flock of dinosaurs are running from a Tyranosaur. I hate to use that analogy but when it comes to chickens that is what you get.
They love the buttons on my flannel and they will all gang up on me to peck at them. I am sitting on the ground taking pictures and the next thing I know I am being pecked to death. Trust me if you were an inch tall, you would be a nice nutritious meal.
|The Boyfriend named these the Chopitude Twins|
They each have their own personality and some are more personable than others. Some a friendlier and some are more nervous.
The boyfriend, on the other hand, keeps giving them names. I never remember them.